14. Epilogue

Epilogue

6 months later

Sam

I t's summer, and it's scorching hot in Woodland Falls. We're on a boat on the lake, and I feel Ben's presence behind me. He's rowing us across the expanse of the lake, and I've got to admit that the sound of the water against the oars is soothing to my nerves.

Ben has been acting a little weird the past few weeks, and it's starting to worry me. Our relationship is so smooth and easy to navigate that it scares me. Nothing is that perfect in real life. Am I dreaming? Will I wake up and have a douchebag like the mayor sleeping next to me?

My body shivers with the horrible thought.

"Are you okay? You just trembled like you were cold."

"It's nothing."

He secures the oars to the boat and puts his hands on my shoulders. He kisses me on the side of the head and rubs my arms. He always does that to relax me and make me feel secure. It works every single time, and this time is no exception.

"Tell me."

"I…for a moment, I thought that maybe this was a dream and I would be startled awake to realize my life was crappy and hopeless."

"Those are some dark thoughts. Where'd they come from?"

"I'm just so happy."

"We deserve this happiness, baby."

Ben puts his arms around me, and I suddenly don't care that I'm sweaty and my hair is a mess. We belong together. I turn around in his arms and look deeply into his eyes.

"Marry me," I ask him.

"What?"

"Let's get married."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Oh, god, I'm sorry. I should have let you do it. I'm just desperate to join our lives together."

He kisses me, and I'm shaken to my core. His kisses always catch me off guard, and then I'm swept away by all the feelings they bring out in me.

"You know what I think, beautiful?"

"What?"

"Great minds think alike."

He searches for something in his shirt pocket, and my mouth falls open when he pulls out a blue velvet box from it. I can't believe it! He flips the lid open, and a gorgeous piece of jewelry shines bright right before me.

"Samantha Bower, will you do the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes!"

I rush into him, and we tumble back into the boat. The thing rocks as if it's going to dump us in the water, but we stay still, holding onto each other. We both laugh hysterically. Ben lowers his head and kisses me on the forehead. Then, I lift my hand up so that he can place the ring on my finger.

It's a perfect fit and I keep looking at it like the miracle it is. Not that he bought me a fancy ring, but that we're going to join our lives together and be as one. We hold one another for quite a while, then we finally sit back and Ben resumes his rowing.

It looks like he's going the wrong way, though.

"Shouldn't we be going that way?" I signal toward the east.

"Trust me?" He smiles a lazy smile.

"Okay."

He keeps rowing and soon I see a dock with garland and balloons. There's a big banner that says 'Will you marry me?' and I burst into tears. We're really in sync. We want the same things, and here's proof. We dock and get out of the boat. There's a table with champagne and some tasty treats from Flora's bakery.

Ben pours us some champagne, and we toast it with smiles on our faces. We're toe to toe so I'm able to admire his gorgeous chiseled profile.

"You're something special, do you know that, Ben Hoffer?"

"I know that I want to be the best man I can be for you. That's my motivation. And every day, I'm rewarded with that beautiful smile of yours."

"I want a short engagement."

"How short?"

"Two weeks?"

He releases a booming laugh, and I feel it vibrate against me.

"No, we're having a big wedding and I want you to take your time planning it."

"I don't need a big shindig. All I want is you."

"I think you'll regret it later if you don't give yourself time to get it all set up properly. I mean, you need at least a month with Brandy to make things work."

"Oh, she won't like a quickie wedding. Okay. Three months then."

"That sounds more reasonable."

We hug one another and stay like that for the longest time. Then, I look at a cabin nearby and see that it has balloons hanging on the door as well. Hmmm.

"Hey, does our celebration include that cabin over there?"

"It does if you want. It's got a fancy bed and a portable A/C unit to help cool us off."

"Oh my god, I've been melting here, and you're just telling me this? Let's go."

I grab him by the hand and start dragging him. He's laughing like a loon at my side, but when we get to the door, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me bride-style. I guess this is our practice honeymoon. Once we're inside, he kicks the door closed behind us and takes me to the single bedroom inside the tiny cabin.

There are roses all over the beautiful linen bedding, and my chest swells with happiness. My darling fiancé, however, dumps me unceremoniously in the middle of the bed.

"Hey!"

"Oops. Let me help you with your clothes."

I sit on the bed as he removes my t-shirt. My bra goes away faster than I can blink, and then he takes down my leggings and underwear. I like him taking charge of our lovemaking, and I lie back and watch him take his clothes off.

His gorgeous, hard body makes me melt, and I have to admit I'm drooling as well. What did I do to deserve a wonderful man like Ben? It feels like I've won the lottery. Ben realizes I've been watching him, and he gives me one of those heart-melting smiles of his.

"You like the assets on your husband-to-be?"

"Mmmhmm."

I feel the mattress give as he puts his weight on it. He crawls to me and I shiver in expectation. This man is going to be mine, and I'm going to belong to him. Before I met him, I didn't know I wanted to belong to someone. Ben stirs up those possessive instincts in me, and I embrace them.

When he's between my legs, he pulls my thighs apart and looks at me with such hunger in his eyes that I'm certain we'll be making love all night long. His cock is hanging hard between his legs and dripping pre-cum.

The warmth of his mouth on my skin is a shock when he gives my thigh an open-mouthed kiss. My breath speeds up. He's kissing my leg up and down my thigh, then switching to the other side. It's like he wants to eat me all up, and I will definitely let him do it.

He opens me up with his fingers and blows hot air on my clit. I tremble with pleasure and grab his hair so I can pull him closer to me. I want him to feast on me right now. As if he's never eaten anything as delicious as my pussy.

Mind reader that he is, Ben immediately starts eating me out. His moans of pleasure are a huge turn-on because I know he's enjoying himself. My toes are curled, and I think I'm pulling on his hair too hard. I need this, though, so I'm sure he'll power through.

When he grabs my legs to pull himself even closer to my sex, I gasp. His masterful tongue is licking and twirling, encouraging my orgasm to come to the surface. My whimpers fill the room, and the smell of sex is heady all around us.

"Oh my god, Ben, fuck me with your tongue."

My husband-to-be complies immediately, thrusting his tongue inside my hole. His thumb goes to my clit and starts twirling all around it. I feel the rising pressure in my core as my climax starts building inside me. I shamelessly grind my pussy against his face, almost smothering him.

He stops for a moment, sensing my worry, and looks directly at me. His smile is wide, and his face is all wet from my juices. He looks hot as hell, and pretty soon, I'm going to beg him to fuck me. We can make love on our honeymoon.

"Be a good girl, and come for me, Sam." He says before going back to pleasuring me.

The thrusts of his tongue finally overwhelm me, and the explosion of my climax goes through my entire body, making me scream his name to the rafters. Ben doesn't stop, though, and I feel my clit pulsating, and my pussy won't stop convulsing.

Finally, he eases up on me and then gives me a kiss on my clit. He wipes his face on my thigh and starts crawling up my body. I want this man with every fiber of my being. I want us joined together in every way possible. Once he's fully on top of me, he gives me a deep kiss.

I love tasting myself on him, and when he lifts his head, I see a wicked glint in his eyes.

"You are the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, beautiful."

"Ben, I need you. Fill me up with your cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me after we fuck."

"We can go slow if you want, baby."

"Fuck me. Show me how you'll possess me once we're married."

"You're killing me here, bride-to-be." He grins.

I pull him down to me, enjoying the weight of him on top of me. He quickly shifts his weight to his forearms and traces my face with small, tender kisses. I'm having none of that. I grab his ass and squeeze it, telling him how much I want him inside me.

He chuckles and relents. I immediately feel his hard rod slide inside me, and it stretches me so much that I finally feel full. He rolls his hips in a circular motion, which helps me adjust to him properly. My hands go up and down his toned back as Ben kisses and nibbles the crook of my neck.

"Are you ready for me, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, please."

That's when the slow and steady torture begins. His pace is deliberate and measured and absolutely delicious. His bite on my neck intensifies, and I think he's marking me there, leaving a hickey. I don't care. I'll wear it proudly for all to see.

"I love you so much, Sam. I'll be a good husband to you."

My chest inflates with joy, and tears threaten to escape from the corner of my eyes. This man is so precious to me.

"I love you too, baby. We'll be together forever."

I feel his breath hitch at my words, and his pace increases. It feels like I'm in the middle of a whirlwind, and all I can do is hold on tight to him. It is not long before that coil inside me starts growing in tension, and when I can no longer hold on, it releases into an explosion that is monumental.

"Fill me up, Ben, I beg you."

His thrusts increase in speed as the love of my life fucks me senseless. Then I feel him jerk inside me, and I know that his warm cream is being deposited deep in my womb. That imagery shouldn't be so hot to me, but maybe I'm ready for a deeper connection between us.

I grab his face in between my hands and kiss him deeply. He pulls away after a few moments.

"You are my miracle, Sam."

He moves to my side and then pulls me up against him. I blush at his words and snuggle closer.

"I think I'm going off the birth control."

"You think we're ready for that?"

"I do."

"Then bring it on, my love."

Ben cleans me up and gets us some water to get hydrated. We spend the rest of the night talking and fucking and loving one another, and I wish on a star that our life will be filled with love, happiness, and joy. Who knows, maybe by next Christmas, there'll be another Hoffer on the way.